"You never breathed the whole time."

Shen Yu looked at the boat lady indifferently and asked, "What do you think?"

The boatlady turned pale and did not speak.

The old boatman on the side kept his expression unchanged, and said sincerely: "This son, although the old man is old, he can still distinguish between the dead and the living, but this ferry port is indeed only my family's boat, where they went, how do I know."

Shen Yu sighed and said calmly, "Every ten days, a fresh popularity is needed to make up for her lost life, and those martial artists must have heard the rumors here when they came here."

The words fell.

Bang!

The door of the cabin was kicked open, and the previous short-beaten man led a few people out, and said to the boatman Senran: "Lao Tzu has long suspected you old man, the waste of the Demon Hunting Division has not been found by several waves, but what about those who died inexplicably, you are hiding very deeply."

The man's face was full of anger, and it was obvious that he was a jealous and hateful man.

The boat lady, who had been bowing her head and saying nothing, raised her head at this time and said softly, "A few immortals, rangers, just a few words from you to cut off the life and death of our father and daughter? As for me, I was weak since I was a child, how could I be a dead person, this is the Tang Dynasty, it is Yunzhou, if it reaches the ears of the academy, it will not be as easy to talk as it is now."

The boatman snorted coldly and said, "That's it, this is the Tang Dynasty, and you cultivators can't be presumptuous."

Yang Pan'er kept staring at the boat lady, but she couldn't see anything unusual, and even her breathing was normal, so she couldn't help frowning, a little suspicious of Shen Yu.

The latter stood up and said with a smile, "Academy. Oh, then ask him."

With a breezy sentence, not only the father and daughter's faces changed slightly, but even Yang Pan'er also looked sluggish.

What Shen Yu was referring to was a short-beaten man who had a conflict with him.

No one would have imagined that a martial artist would actually be a member of the academy.

"Academy, Wang Hu, I've seen Mr. Shen." The short man clenched his fists and said.

Zhao Ji, who was not far away, subconsciously shrank back, not daring to make any movement.

"Cultivating the exercises of the Yin Netherworld Sect, if you don't choose the place of extreme yin, you can't block the gradually surging corpse qi at all, in order to curb the spread of corpse qi, when the father has to kill people for blood, this is a very touching story."

Shen Yu glanced at the boat lady and continued: "It's a pity, the cultivation is not lawful, the path of the ghost path is getting more and more crooked, your daughter is already dead, and the person who occupies her body is likely to be an old immortal from the Netherworld Sect who borrowed the corpse to revive the soul."

Shen Yu looked at the two of them with a smile and said, "This time, you know their origin very well, and you deliberately pretend to be mortals, but the academy has been looking for demons and demons since ancient times, how can it not find you."

Hearing this, the boatman trembled and screamed, "Don't talk nonsense."

The boat lady stood closely behind him, and did not speak, but her whole body was full of fear.

Shen Yu turned his head to look at Wang Hu and said, "Don't make a move, let her come."

Yang Paner was a little hesitant.

The next moment.

The boatgirl's momentum changed, and her original soft and weak appearance had disappeared, replaced by a sense of calmness.

She pointed at Shen Yu and said coldly, "Just a few of you juniors, it's a little too crazy, when the old lady was rampant in Yunzhou, you were still in your mother's womb."

The boatman also changed his momentum, grabbed the oars, and stood in front of the woman.

Some of his cloudy eyes have completely disappeared, and his face is full of cruelty at this moment.

"You will seek death, and the old man will fulfill you."

…

Shen Yu's expression was calm, he just looked at Yang Pan'er and said, "Use your qi to resist the sword, move as you like, at any time, the sword cultivation will not retreat."

The boatman let out a strange laugh, and a dodge rushed straight towards Shen Yu, he knew that among these people, Shen Yu's cultivation realm was the highest, as long as he was killed, the remaining few people could be manipulated at will.

That haunts these countless souls

The oars tore open the air, and the ghosts in the faint black mist opened their mouths, exuding a terrifying ghostly aura all over their bodies, as long as they were contaminated with a trace of it, their spiritual power would be polluted.

Shen Yu stood with his hands in his hands, ignoring this.

Yang Pan'er got up suddenly and shouted, "Look for death."

The Qingxuan Sword flew straight out from in front of her, drawing an extremely mysterious trajectory, and the light from the sword qi rushed towards the boat girl.

On the other side, Wang Hu sneered, and also bullied the boatman.

One of the two is a martial artist, and the other is a ghost path cultivator, and for a while, the figures on the ferry were wrong.

The boat lady was suspended in mid-air, like a ghost mother born from the netherworld, and her pale face was full of cruel looks.

She looked at the flying sword, her hands turned slightly, and a black curtain composed of ghostly qi instantly blocked the tip of the sword.

The blade collided with the black curtain and made a piercing grinding sound.

Yang Pan'er didn't seem to be fighting with someone for the first time, so without the slightest hesitation, she suddenly urged her spiritual power, and the Qingxuan Sword made a buzzing sound, piercing the black curtain directly.

Rumble.

The air exploded suddenly, and the ship's figure returned to the deck.

The skin on her body began to shrink, and soon it was like a dead skin stamped on top of a bone, and the whole person instantly aged a hundred years.

The eerie face, the blood flowed, and the fingernails of the hands became strangely long.

Shen Yu suddenly said, "What are you afraid of?"

Yang Pan'er suddenly woke up, pinched the sword trick with her right hand, and the Qingxuan sword flew out again.

"You sword cultivators are really difficult."

The boatwoman said hoarsely, only to see her wave her sleeves, and the blood-red sleeves suddenly extended, rolling the boatman who was fighting with Wang Hu.

The latter's face changed slightly.

Yang Pan'er was slightly stunned, and the Qingxuan Sword stopped in mid-air.

She looked at the boatman who had been swept away, and asked blankly, "What are you going to do?"

The boatman seemed to understand something, and said in horror, "Yun Niang, it's me, I'm your father, do you really want to do this?"

The boatlady was full of sarcasm and chuckled, "Dad? My mother lost her father a hundred years ago, if it weren't for you, a waste, who only dared to kill some mortals over the years, how could my mother's cultivation recover so slowly."

Yang Paner's expression was complicated.

In order to keep his daughter alive, the boatman had to practice the ghost path exercises, and even did not hesitate to kill people in Datang.

Unexpectedly, in the end, it was another person who occupied his daughter's body.

After a while, Yang Pan'er suddenly shouted, "Break free."

I saw that the old boatman was pulled into the air, wrapped in this kind of red ghostly energy, and a sharp dagger pierced his abdomen, and blood flowed down the dagger into the boatman's body.

Looking at such a terrifying and weird scene.

Yang Paner has never seen it in her life, and she can't help but feel nauseous at this moment, covering her mouth and retching.

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